Skyscrapers

Chapter 955 - 955 259


955: Chapter 259 955: Chapter 259 Cao Zhen once thought that in the current Minor Era of Inversion of Heaven and Earth, there was nothing left for him to fear.


But seeing his mother cry, he realized he still had fears.


Cao Zhen quickly began to explain, “Mom, I told you and Dad that I needed to undergo a long period of seclusion.


Here I am now, visiting you.”


“You have the nerve to say that?


You mentioned a long seclusion, and I thought a few months, at most a few years!


Do you realize how many years have passed since you last visited?” Cao Zhen’s mother’s voice was choked with sobs as she extended a hand and gestured the number four, “Forty years, you haven’t come to see me and your father for a whole forty years!


Not four days, not four months, and not even four years, but forty years!”


When Cao Zhen first left to experience mortal life, he used to keep in touch with the disciples of the Hundred Peaks Sect, and his parents, but later, as he became fully absorbed in mortal life, he stopped contacting his parents and his disciples.


In the yard, Cao Zhen’s father, who was working on fishing gear, also turned sharply upon hearing this.


Although he did not know how many times he had communicated with Cao Zhen through Zhonghua Cloud, he instinctively looked around then back at Cao Zhen’s mother and asked, “Has Zhen returned?”


Although he tried hard to mask the excitement in his heart and appear calm, his trembling hands betrayed his true feelings.


This was his son, who he hadn’t seen in over fifty years, and for forty of those years, he hadn’t even heard his son’s voice.


Now, his son had finally appeared again.


Although he still couldn’t see his son, as a man who had lived a century, his heart couldn’t help but be restless.


Cao Zhen’s mother nodded slightly, although she had so many things she wanted to say to Cao Zhen, she couldn’t help but express her concerns for him first.


“What have you been doing all these years?


Did you really seclude yourself for forty years?”


Cao Zhen finally had a chance to speak, “Actually, it wasn’t exactly seclusion.


Isn’t it because I am a cultivator?


I felt that after cultivating, I became somewhat detached from ordinary people, so I left the Immortal Sect to enter the mortal world, to live as a mortal, doing all sorts of mortal things.


I’ve been a woodcutter, a trader, a farmer, a fisherman.


Before I knew it, I forgot I was a cultivator, forgot that I could still contact you…


In short, you could say I was immersively experiencing different lives.”


Cao Zhen’s mother did understand what immersive meant, and upon hearing this she exclaimed, “Then, in your immersive experiences of other lives, did you have any children?”


Cao Zhen was momentarily stunned and replied instinctively, “I haven’t even found a wife, how could I have children?”


Cao Zhen’s mother immediately retorted, “No children, what kind of immersive experience is that?


Tell me, how old are you now?


At your age, you should have grandchildren, maybe even great-grandchildren if you had married early.


You don’t even have a child, not even married!


Didn’t you say you’re the number one master in your world?


What, can’t the top master get a wife?


Are you lying to us, pretending to be the top master when you’re actually just a Taoist boy guarding the door or a cook in the kitchen?”


Cao Zhen was speechless and said, “Mom, you shouldn’t look down on the Taoist boy or the cook.”


“Defending the Taoist boy and the cook?


You aren’t actually one of them, are you?” Cao Zhen’s mother eyed the air suspiciously in front of her and speculated, “Then while guarding the door, you didn’t pay attention and offended some important person?


Or the food you cooked wasn’t good, and you offended someone important and ended up locked up for more than forty years, which is why you couldn’t contact us?”


Cao Zhen was exasperated by his mother’s imagination and quickly explained, “No, do you think, given the intelligence of you and dad, that I could have turned out so poorly?”


Cao Zhen’s mother glanced at Cao Zhen’s father and with a proud look on her face, said, “Well, I trust myself, but the problem is your dad’s intelligence…”


Seeing the conversation meandering farther off-topic, Cao Zhen hurriedly interjected, “Mom, let’s not talk about intelligence.


All these years, you’ve read those fantasy-transmigration novels, right?


Tell me, which protagonist has ever done poorly?


I’m a transmigrator, how could I possibly end up so poorly.


I truly am the top master of our world.


But although I’m the top master, our world is not peaceful, and didn’t I tell you?


I temporarily became the Sect Leader of our Sect, even the State Preceptor of our Dynasty.


I had to take responsibility for the Sect and the Dynasty, busy all day long.


I had no time to find a wife.


When I finally had time, I went to immerse myself in experiences and didn’t have the time to find a wife either.”


“Now you’re done being busy, you have time to find a wife now, so hurry up and find one for me, then have a big chubby baby for me to see, I’d love to see a grand…” Cao Zhen’s mother started to say grandchild but then remembering that Cao Zhen was not on Earth but in another world, her face couldn’t help but fall again.